"Wait, what?" I asked, "My sister is an alien butterfly??!!!"

"No," Origami responded, sounding angry, "She is Kijo. I am a kijo creation."

Pamela tilted her head, then shook it, "With all this craziness going on, I'll believe you. Show me that sword of yours."

I pulled out my sword from my belt, swinging it around.

"Careful!" warned the boy.

"Oh, right!" I remembered. I pushed the sword onto him.

"What are you doing?" he jumped back.

"This is kijo too," I explained, "It will heal you."

I shoved the sword at him, and he no longer bore cuts and scabs.

"Woah!" he exclaimed, "Pamela!"

Pamela gaped, then grabbed my sword from me quickly.

"Hey!"

But she wasn't listening. With the baby in one arm, she used it to heal her wounds. The holes in her clothing did remain, however, so she left the bandage on.

"Um, that's my sword!" I told her.

She threw it back to me, "Yeah, thanks."

I scoffed and stuffed it back in my belt, "So, how did you guys survive?"

Zachary answered this time, "Pamela and I were having a family reunion; we're cousins. The - what do you call them?"

"Zherti," Origami reminded him.

"Yeah. They came and attacked everyone. But Pamela here fought back. She protected her brother and me, and we hid in this house. We decided we needed more recruits, but so far you're the only other human we've met."

I thought about my last few lonely weeks. I looked up at Origami, still flapping in the air. I turned to the humans.

"Alright, so, I'm a recruit then?"

The boy nodded his head.

"Okay, then. But I'm on a mission, and I need to complete it. Think that works for your group here?"

Pamela looked like she was thinking about it, but I couldn't really tell with those bangs of hers covering her face. She turned her face to the baby in her arms.

"My baby brother-"

A loud, banging noise sounded from farther away. A door was slammed, and heavy footsteps were coming towards us. I was frozen for a moment, but acted quickly afterwards.

"Get behind me!" I instructed the other humans. I took out my sword as they followed my orders, Pamela trying to get her crying brother to calm down.

A figure approached us unsteadily, trudging along, seemingly in pain. I raised my sword, ready to strike.

"Won't that just heal it?!" One of the two behind me screeched.

"If it's zherti, it'll set it on fire!" I responded.

But when the figure came into view, it turned out to be no zherti.
It was a man.

"Dad!" Zachary cried, throwing himself towards the dark-haired, gruff man.

The man hugged him back in tears, "Zack! Oh, buddy, I found you!"

A woman came in behind him.

"Mother!" Pamela screamed. She brought her brother and herself towards the woman, all three of them bawling.

I stood there awkwardly as the five of them caught up, discussing events and how much they missed each other. When they were done, they looked over at me.

"And who might you be, dear?" Pamela's mother asked me politely.

"Arrow. Elizabeth Arrow."